Creation Central: Back to the Writing Board

Looking West from our Front Porch

Gee, only 8 months since the last post. I’m getting better. (-: Anyway, I’m in a great space here in No. Georgia. Our home is playing a variety of roles: a vacation hideaway; garden and nature retreat; a gourmet kitchen-dining area for entertaining friends; a base from which to plan, leave and return to as we travel about, and; a hub for creative endeavors. Our home is many more things as well, as all homes ought to be, but its role as a creation space is something that resonates at the moment.

Diana, an artist in every sense of the word, has resumed piano, drawing, writing and continues her culinary creations unabated. She now has a space that enhances all her artistic passions.

I’ve picked up an old project, a book I began in 1978 that is morphing into a work that seems to be writing itself. My characters are developing their personalities, strengths and flaws, and are talking to me throughout the day and even in my sleep on occasion. I find myself weeping when I read dialogue aloud. I’ve not done that during the past 44 years since I started the novel. Previously, novel related tears were the result of my inability to focus; ADD according to therapists and other sentinels along my path.

I’m finding that the story I’m writing is autobiographical, as are all stories to some extent. The novel provides a neutral space to express emotions and opinions, self-examine and self-medicate in a way. In short, “these are the best of times.”

Cheers